Feb 25
by Riccardo Barone Life’s cycle. But the memory remains. Or it could remain, maybe hidden between a daily ink-check of our favorite pen and a weekly visit of our first daughter. No, hang on, our second daughter. But did she really come? In the scene every object establishes a strong bond with the past becoming …
Mar 22
by Riccardo Barone Sarcastically, cold as a perforating iced dart, she stands and listens. She listens to him, which has very much to say. To confess. A confession that has to emerge up to the surface, soon or later. A truthful truth, being denied and hidden behind “eroic gesta“, behind the fake wheel of world …
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